More arrggh
So there I am, happily writing December's column (which briefly contained the sentence "Of course, gay relationships between angels are strictly forbidden," necessitating a two-minute laugh break when I actually considered what I'd written), going "Ah, 150 words left!" And then what do I realize? My column is not, in fact, 500 words long. No, that would be Robyn's paper she keeps asking me to help her with. My column is 350 words long, and that's counting last month's 50 word increase.
Well, frick. If I'm going to squeeze in demons and blasphemy, I'm going to have to cut the part about Christmas pop tarts. ::sigh::
ETA: And now that it's done, I think it actually came out rather well. I did change the line "Angels: making Santa look like a pussy since 0 BC," to something less deragatory, but was able to work in a reference to evil cyborg angels, so I suppose it's all good.
Well, frick. If I'm going to squeeze in demons and blasphemy, I'm going to have to cut the part about Christmas pop tarts. ::sigh::
ETA: And now that it's done, I think it actually came out rather well. I did change the line "Angels: making Santa look like a pussy since 0 BC," to something less deragatory, but was able to work in a reference to evil cyborg angels, so I suppose it's all good.